"Then this pact: be my friend and help me find my love." Gunga Din offers me his hand to shake.I take it and press my fingers to his palm "I am your f...iend. May the universe guide us to your love." I seal the pact."Come here." He says with a grin as he pulls on my hand and maneuvers me into his lap. I find that I am giggling at him. It is a very uncomfortable lap, he has weapons stashed in the legs of his trousers."Right, this is not working." he mumbles under his breath. We shift around till. "Because I'm looking for love."A little better than the library story.So life was pretty great. Had a hot chick who was devoted to me. More so when I helped her in her hour of need. But it was the least I could as I know she's a good girl... and that she would do the same for me. It was natural. Even it means we're both skint. But it won't always be that way. Times might be hard but our struggles now are working towards a brighter future.Then a dog ran out into the street and ruined everything.. Wow, was i happy!! We looked at each other again for a bit, wanking at the same time. Then he asked could he feel my cock! Well, of course i said yes, so he lent over, moved my hand and started to rub up n down my shaft, pulling on my foreskin, and making some pre-cum appear, which he spread over my cock n balls before licking his fingers, amazing, loved it! With that he said he wanted to taste all of me, bobbed his head down and swallowed me down to my balls. fuck yeh, soooo sexy. He was good. I testify at divorce proceedings. It is the most boring thing you can imagine.I hate my job. No, I wasn't under the common misconception that my job would be an exciting life of crime solving, hot women, car chases, and gunfights. I knew the basic elements of the job. What I wanted to do was prove husbands wrong. I was hoping to mend relationships, help people, restore trust and love into a marriage. When the wife was cheating, well, she deserved what she got, I figured.I really had no idea the.